Uncomfortably Bittersweet

Six best friends in this life remain
One holds my weight on this shoulders
Two watches over from above in care
And the rest, they listen, maybe in vain

Yet all of them are silent in restrain...

Within the core of my creation

Hope has plundered to escape

Whether it made it through or not

I've not withstood by mere imagination

Destiny divine, thwart such frustration...

The journey's been bitter

It may become sweet

Neither shall the mountain falter

Nor the flower silently whither

Don't dither...

Don't dither...